the movement. She’d seen him do the same during the team meeting. Now,
like then, she wondered what it would feel like to run her fingers through that
thick, coffee-brown mass.
Something about
Michael Remington exuded sexual energy. She was uncomfortably aware of him as a
man and that wasn’t good. When she’d spied him at her door, a soft mmm mmm had reverberated through her head. She’d had a similar reaction when he’d
walked into the briefing meeting three days ago. He had a swagger to his walk
she didn’t usually associate with men of his background. When he’d approached
her in the conference room, all her girly parts had started to vibrate.
She’d convinced
herself her reaction stemmed only from objective appreciation for a beautiful
male specimen. Like admiring a male model in a magazine ad, you could look all
you wanted, but you knew you’d never actually touch. Then she’d caught him staring
at her legs during her tête-à-tête with Eric Covington. It had taken every
ounce of her self-control to stay on point with Eric and keep her voice from
reflecting the tremors in her belly set off by Michael Remington’s perusal.
She no longer
believed what she experienced when seeing the partner qualified as simple
aesthetic appreciation. Those girly parts were vibrating again, and she needed
to cut it out. He was one of her supervising attorneys for Pete’s sake.
Michael walked to
her desk and picked up the file folder she’d sat aside. “You know, I’m usually
the last one out of the office at night. It’s after eleven o’clock . . .” His
last sentence trailed off in a distracted manner.
A rough clearing of
his throat caught her attention. His eyes focused on her lap while he rubbed a
hand over the back of his neck. A quick look down by Jordis revealed her
unladylike position hiked her brown pencil skirt past mid-thigh. Heat of
embarrassment climbed up her neck. Heat of another kind crept down her belly
and radiated through her lower abdomen. Jordis quickly put her feet on the
floor and adjusted her skirt.
Michael averted his
gaze while she slid her feet into a pair of brown three-inch leather platform
pumps with ankle straps. “What are you still doing here?” he finally asked.
“Chase made me lead
counsel on the Gardner pro bono case.” She leaned from her chair to buckle one
of her shoes. “Since I’ve got a deposition tomorrow on my trademark infringement
case, I wanted to get up to speed today because I’m meeting with Miss Gardner
the day after that.”
His eyes moved from
the contents of the file to her face. “That’s Saturday.”
She smiled. “Yes,
sir. I’m well aware of the weekly calendar.”
An odd intensity
darkened his eyes. “That’s good to know . . . ma’am .”
He said it with a
straight face, but Jordis sensed his facetiousness. She never would have
suspected he had a sense of humor. He seemed so straight-laced and buttoned up.
“The client works
weekdays and has to collect her child from daycare by a certain time every
night. I didn’t want her to have to miss time at work to meet with me or have
to pay someone to watch her child. She has enough challenges without it costing
her money to meet with lawyers who are supposed to be helping her for free.
Saturday afternoon worked best for her schedule, and this way, she can bring
the child with her.”
She rose to pack up.
She took the pro bono file from his grasp and placed it in her designer Michael
Kors MK signature tote. When she reached for the chocolate brown suit
jacket that coordinated with her skirt, Michael stepped around the desk to help
her. The gesture caught her off guard. She hesitated before allowing him to
assist her.
He slid the jacket
onto her shoulders, and his knuckles brushed her silky white blouse. As his
hands fell away, he fingered a length of her hair. Jordis started. A warm
tingle sizzled from his fingertips up through her scalp. Her gaze snapped over
her shoulder. His eyes met hers
like then, she wondered what it would feel like to run her fingers through that
thick, coffee-brown mass.
Something about
Michael Remington exuded sexual energy. She was uncomfortably aware of him as a
man and that wasn’t good. When she’d spied him at her door, a soft mmm mmm had reverberated through her head. She’d had a similar reaction when he’d
walked into the briefing meeting three days ago. He had a swagger to his walk
she didn’t usually associate with men of his background. When he’d approached
her in the conference room, all her girly parts had started to vibrate.
She’d convinced
herself her reaction stemmed only from objective appreciation for a beautiful
male specimen. Like admiring a male model in a magazine ad, you could look all
you wanted, but you knew you’d never actually touch. Then she’d caught him staring
at her legs during her tête-à-tête with Eric Covington. It had taken every
ounce of her self-control to stay on point with Eric and keep her voice from
reflecting the tremors in her belly set off by Michael Remington’s perusal.
She no longer
believed what she experienced when seeing the partner qualified as simple
aesthetic appreciation. Those girly parts were vibrating again, and she needed
to cut it out. He was one of her supervising attorneys for Pete’s sake.
Michael walked to
her desk and picked up the file folder she’d sat aside. “You know, I’m usually
the last one out of the office at night. It’s after eleven o’clock . . .” His
last sentence trailed off in a distracted manner.
A rough clearing of
his throat caught her attention. His eyes focused on her lap while he rubbed a
hand over the back of his neck. A quick look down by Jordis revealed her
unladylike position hiked her brown pencil skirt past mid-thigh. Heat of
embarrassment climbed up her neck. Heat of another kind crept down her belly
and radiated through her lower abdomen. Jordis quickly put her feet on the
floor and adjusted her skirt.
Michael averted his
gaze while she slid her feet into a pair of brown three-inch leather platform
pumps with ankle straps. “What are you still doing here?” he finally asked.
“Chase made me lead
counsel on the Gardner pro bono case.” She leaned from her chair to buckle one
of her shoes. “Since I’ve got a deposition tomorrow on my trademark infringement
case, I wanted to get up to speed today because I’m meeting with Miss Gardner
the day after that.”
His eyes moved from
the contents of the file to her face. “That’s Saturday.”
She smiled. “Yes,
sir. I’m well aware of the weekly calendar.”
An odd intensity
darkened his eyes. “That’s good to know . . . ma’am .”
He said it with a
straight face, but Jordis sensed his facetiousness. She never would have
suspected he had a sense of humor. He seemed so straight-laced and buttoned up.
“The client works
weekdays and has to collect her child from daycare by a certain time every
night. I didn’t want her to have to miss time at work to meet with me or have
to pay someone to watch her child. She has enough challenges without it costing
her money to meet with lawyers who are supposed to be helping her for free.
Saturday afternoon worked best for her schedule, and this way, she can bring
the child with her.”
She rose to pack up.
She took the pro bono file from his grasp and placed it in her designer Michael
Kors MK signature tote. When she reached for the chocolate brown suit
jacket that coordinated with her skirt, Michael stepped around the desk to help
her. The gesture caught her off guard. She hesitated before allowing him to
assist her.
He slid the jacket
onto her shoulders, and his knuckles brushed her silky white blouse. As his
hands fell away, he fingered a length of her hair. Jordis started. A warm
tingle sizzled from his fingertips up through her scalp. Her gaze snapped over
her shoulder. His eyes met hers
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